Gone Girl - Pg 30

   You both find the exact same things worth remembering. (Just one olive, though.) You have the same rhythm. Click. You just know each other. All of a sudden you see reading in bed and waffles on Sunday and laughing at nothing and his mouth on yours. And it's so far beyond fine that yo know you can never go back to fine. That fast. You think: Oh, here is the rest of my life. It's finally arrived.